Sienna's POV

The weight of silence in Damien's car presses down, though it lacks the sting of discomfort. Lyra sleeps in the backseat, her face resting peacefully against the window. Meanwhile, my ankle pulses in rhythm with my heartbeat, a dull ache I hardly register compared to the hurricane tearing through my chest.

“You doing alright?” Damien's voice cuts gently through the quiet, careful not to disturb Lyra’s slumber.

“I’m fine.” The ...